"Don't you want to know?" Angel's voice broke the sad silence. Giles glanced up at him.
"Know what?" he asked, even though he had an idea what it was. Angel sighed.
"Who made her. Who brought her over, changed her. I know who it was. It happened right before I brought her here to the library," explained Angel sadly. Everyone looked up in surprise.
"You brought her here?!" exclaimed Xander. His eyes suddenly narrowed. "Just how long have you been around?!" he continued suspiciously, " 'Cause ya know, your girlfriend has sorta been giving us the wiggins lately, what with her temper and all. And it was all because she sent you to Hell - an action that, I might add, was best for all of us - and Buffy has had to live with it from that day on!" Xander glared angrily at Angel, his eyes flashing. Cordelia groaned loudly, and threw Xander an exasperated look.
"Oh, shut up already, Xander! It was best for all us?! Best for you, maybe - but not for Buffy. Or for Angel. Stop thinking about yourself and your pathetic jealousy of Angel for one second, would you?!" Cordelia spat angrily, "Just remember who it was that never told Buffy about that curse thing being tried again before all this Hell stuff happened!!" Xander stared at Cordy in shock at her bluntness. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but wisely decided against it and remained silent. Angel growled quietly at learning of Xander's betrayal, but soon calmed himself. It had happened, nothing could change that. And there were far more important things to deal with right now.
"So who was it, Angel?" The quiet, weak voice of Willow cut through the tense air. She had a feeling she knew what the answer was anyway. Her eyes betrayed her line of thought to Angel, who nodded slowly in confirmation. Willow sighed. "I knew it."
"Who? Who was it?" demanded Xander, finally able to speak again, but still reeling from Cordy's words. Giles murmured a quiet "Oh no�" and turned away. Cordelia gasped slightly and lowered her head. She knew it too. Xander remained confused.
"Who?!?! Who was it?!" he cried, frustrated. Then it suddenly occurred to him. He looked to Angel for confirmation, but Angel's face was buried in Buffy's neck.
A light moan escaped Buffy's lips. Angel's head snapped up, and the gang looked over at the couple anxiously. Buffy's eyes opened. She smiled weakly as her eyes took in the sight that greeted her, and her loving, forgiving gaze met that of her lover. Her Angel. Her sire.